Imperishable War God

Wu Tu wiped away his tears and sobbed, "Sky Demon Ancient Soul, before they were sealed, told the four of us to wait here for the patriarch."    

"The Holy Land will finally be illuminated by the Holy Light …"    

"Unexpectedly, we waited for 8,000 years!"    

"Milord …"    

Wu Tu's tears fell like rain and he couldn't stop sobbing.    

In eight thousand years, the world had changed.    

After experiencing all of this, even though Wu Tu was a expert at the peak of the Fragmentation Realm, his heart was filled with sorrow and joy.    

"Will the Holy Land finally be illuminated by the Holy Light?"    

Ye Chenfeng was silent and his thoughts churned like the tide.    

He raised his head and looked at the blood-red sky, a strange feeling surging through his heart.    

For a long time now, he had always believed that he was a human being, which was why it was difficult for him to become one with the Heavenly Demon race.    

So he could feel the tragedy of the Heavenly Demon Tribe, but he still acted like an outsider, only watching from afar.    

From his point of view …    

In the end, the so-called patriarch of the Demonic Clan was just a way for both sides to take advantage of each other.    

On one hand, the Heavenly Demon Race wanted to rely on him to revive them.    

Although he did not understand why the Heavenly Demon race had chosen him.    

On the other hand, he urgently wanted to become stronger. Even though he had the Heavenly Demonic Pupil and obtained the "disillusionment knife," it was impossible for him to throw such a powerful force to the side.    

When he was in the Underground World, after sending Crypt Man off, his state of mind had changed slightly.    

It was from that moment on that he seemed to have acknowledged patriarch of the Demonic Clan's identity in his heart.    

Now that he finished listening to Wu Tu's explanation of the Giant Demons's secrets, seeing the burly man crying in front of him, Ye Chenfeng felt even worse.    

It was because he had begun to accept patriarch of the Demonic Clan's identity …    

Or was it because the tragedy of his previous life had caused him to resonate with the tragedy of the Giant Demons?    

Ye Chenfeng didn't know.    

Looking at the sobbing Wu Tu, Ye Chenfeng didn't know how to comfort him.    

In fact, the current him needed someone else to comfort him.    

He needed someone to tell him how to face all of this and how to solve the current problems!    

Could the prophecy of the Heavenly Demon Ancient Soul really be realized?    

The Holy Land would eventually be illuminated by the Holy Light?    

Who will shine?    

Was he the 'fake' Patriarch?    

What could he, who was unable to protect himself, do for them?    

Nothing could be done!    

He, who was still unable to completely control the Heavenly Demonic Pupil, even if he possessed a power that even gods and devils feared, he was still as weak as an ant in front of Wu Lu!    

Even though Wu Lu was only a sealed remnant spirit …    

But with his current strength, how could he contend against it?    

Ye Chenfeng was very clear about this...    

After Wu Lu completely occupied Qin Yuejian's body and absorbed the Dragon Bloodline, with his current strength, he wouldn't even have the chance to escape!    

Then how could he help the Troll and illuminate the land of the Holy Spirit?    

A huge pressure coiled around Ye Chenfeng's heart, making him feel powerless.    

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At this moment …    

As if sensing his thoughts, the soul-nourishing wood on Ye Chenfeng's chest slightly trembled.    

A black fog rose up from the void.    

Zuo Shi appeared in front of Wu Tu.    

"You …"    

Wu Tu raised his head in shock and looked at Zuo Shi.    

Zuo Shi looked at Wu Tu in silence and said coldly, "The Ancient Soul of the Sky Demon Clan is the real demon god of our distant ancestors. They are immortal and indestructible."    

"Even if their power is exhausted to the extreme, they can't possibly be engulfed by a mere Wu Lu."    

"Tell me, where are they imprisoned by Wu Lu?"    

Wu Tu said in a deep voice, "At the seventh level of the Holy Land."    

"Because Wu Lu was sealed at the eighth level, and on the eighth level, the armor of the 'Heavenly Demonic Divine Armor' was suppressing one of 'Peerless Heavenly Monarch's' arms …"    

"One of Peerless Heavenly Monarch's arms?" Ye Chenfeng's pupils abruptly constricted.    

The "flag of five elements" that he had was something that belonged to Peerless Heavenly Monarch!    

If he was up against "Peerless Heavenly Monarch", wouldn't that mean that he didn't even dare to use flag of five elements anymore?    

Back then, Undying Heavenly Monarch's one tentacle was able to defend against the Four-Star Demonic Eye, and ultimately exhausted all of the Heavenly Demon Tribe in the Kingdom of Zi Yun …    

Just how strong was Peerless Heavenly Monarch's arm?    

Wu Tu said respectfully, "Yes, it's Peerless Heavenly Monarch's arm."    

"Wu Lu did not dare to imprison the Ancient Soul at the eighth level. He was afraid that the Ancient Soul would ignore everything and break the seal on 'Peerless Heavenly Monarch', then obtain the 'Heavenly Demonic Divine Armor' '' s mask and ruin his plans."    

"Therefore, after Wu Lu controlled the Ancient Soul with spells, he imprisoned it on the seventh floor."    

"For thousands of years, he absorbed the energy of the Ancient Soul and at the same time, extracted the energy of 'Peerless Heavenly Monarch', becoming stronger."    

Ye Chenfeng's face became even more serious.    

Wu Lu had already made him feel like his head and ears were being crushed.    

Another "Peerless Heavenly Monarch"...    

The eighth level of the Holy Land was like a bottomless abyss of despair!    

From his observation, Wu Tu seemed to be able to see Ye Chenfeng's worry.    

He hesitated for a moment and then cautiously said: "Although Peerless Heavenly Monarch is very powerful, she has been suppressed by the 'Heavenly Demonic Divine Armor' for tens of thousands of years, so her strength is extremely weak."    

Zuo Shi immediately added, "The Holy Land is full of the power of the Gods and Demons from top to bottom. Even plants, animals and animals are affected by that power."    

"Clearly, Wu Lu opened a small opening in the seal to extract Peerless Heavenly Monarch's power, causing Peerless Heavenly Monarch's power to leak out of the Holy Land."    

"After more than eight thousand years, Peerless Heavenly Monarch, who was suppressed in the Land of the Holy Spirit, is nothing to fear."    

"The most troublesome one is still Wu Lu!"    

Ye Chenfeng didn't say anything.    

He could naturally imagine these things.    

Although Wu Lu's body was smashed by the Ancient Soul, but after so many years, he kept drawing out the strength of the Ancient Soul and Peerless Heavenly Monarch!    

Eight thousand years …    

Peerless Heavenly Monarch's strength had probably become very weak.    

However, how strong was Wu Lu?    

In Wu Lu's hand, there was also the mysterious "Wu Iron Cauldron"!    

Against such an existence...    

How confident was he in this situation?    

After a moment of silence, Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and said: "The strength of the five Ancient Soul, about what level is it at?"    

"In other words, how much power do they have left?"    

Ye Chenfeng still did not know much about Sky Demon Ancient Soul.    

But there was one thing for sure, and that was the Ancient Soul's power. As time went by, it would become weaker and harder to recover.    

Wu Lu hesitated for a moment before saying: "After the war that year, the strength of the five Ancient Soul s have dropped to the middle stage of the Rebirth Realm."    

"After being sucked in by Wu Lu for so many years, I can't be sure anymore."    

"But since Wu Lu is on the seventh floor, his strength is probably still much stronger than us four brothers!"    

"Much stronger than all of you?" Ye Chenfeng said indifferently, "It's good that he is much stronger than you guys."    

"If they still have the power of the Mirror of Samsara, combined with the Heavenly Demonic Pupil and disillusionment knife, they might not be unable to kill Wu Lu."    

The Heavenly Demonic Pupil was the bane of spells and illusions.    

As long as he had Heavenly Demonic Pupil, Ye Chenfeng was not worried about the dangers of the seventh floor.    

If the Ancient Soul of the Sky Demon Race still had the strength of the Reincarnation Realm, then it was equivalent to having five more Reincarnation Realm companions!    

With such a powerful support, coupled with the combination of "disillusionment knife" and "Heavenly Demonic Divine Armor," Ye Chenfeng was confident that he could fight Wu Lu to the death!    

But after eight thousand years, how much strength would the five Ancient Soul have left?    

"After knowing about Wu Lu, it makes me feel even more hopeless …"    

Wu Lu, who disintegrated Troll, was like a huge mountain, pressing down on Ye Chenfeng's heart.    

When Wu Lu stole the bottle, Ye Chenfeng had a rough feeling that its power should be in the Reincarnation Stage.    

But from the looks of it, it was very likely that the seal of the eighth level had restricted Wu Lu, causing him to only be able to reveal a little bit of his strength …    

Thus, the reasoning at that time was not accurate.    

Wu Lu's little strength was comparable to the Rebirth Realm.    

How powerful must his original body be?!    

"Lord, what should we do now?" Zuo Shi said hesitantly, "With master's current power, even if you use Heavenly Demonic Pupil, you won't be able to fight against Wu Lu."    

"There's really no other way … This subordinate feels that it would be better to leave this land of holy spirits first. "    

"If we go to the outside world and ask for the help of Taiqing Sect and Chu Qingcheng, we might have a chance to kill Wu Lu!"    

There was no other way.    

Even if Ye Chenfeng had a few months to cultivate, rushing up to the eighth level was no different from suicide.    

Taiqing Sect was the number one sect in misty region.    

If Wu Lu could borrow the Taiqing Sect's power, he might not be able to be so rampant!    

"Taiqing Sect, Chu Qingcheng …"    

Ye Chenfeng was moved. He touched his chest and took out the soul-nourishing wood card.